Title:
For A Minute ThereAuthor: Tareena Langford
(Renegade87)Chapters: 1Rating: T,
drinkingPairing: Sean/StaceyFeedback: Hell yea!
I didn't post this thing for my health.Disclaimer: I do
not own Sean or Stacy ::damnit:: or anything else from the AMA
universe. Nor do I own the song that makes an appearance, that
belongs to Garth Brooks.Summary: Just a little song fic
set after the movie.

Author's
Note: Apparently fanfiction net doesn't like me, so random
lines of the lyrics are NOT in italics and NOT centered, hope it's
not too confusing

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Sean
and Stacey walked in silence down the beach holding hands. Sean
suddenly attacked her tickling her until she fell to the ground and
couldn't breathe.

"Please
baby…" She barely forced out.

He
laughed even harder as he lay down in the cool sand beside her, the
warm waves lapping over their relaxed bodies.

"I
love you Stace."

"I
love you too." She said in the cutest voice she could muster, as
she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.

What
started as a mere kiss quickly escalated. The pink and orange sun
draping their smooth, wet skin in a dance of shadows and hues. After
the sun had completely set, they made their way back to their quiet
home. Chuckling quietly and grinning like idiots when they would
catch each other's eyes while they dressed.

Outside
of their deck, with their cat, Monty, watching them, Sean tugged on
Stacey's hand and bent, drawing a lopsided heart in the sand with
his thick finger and then writing "S&S 4ever" inside of it.

Stacey
smiled a mile wide and crouched down to kiss him.

We
were walking 'long the ocean

Together
hand in hand

When
I stopped to write "I love you" in the sand

And
when I looked up you were standing

Ten
miles out at sea

And
in a sweat

I
woke up from that crazy dream

As
I reached to hold you in the morning light

It
was just your pillow

I
clung to so tight

Sean
jerked awake so quick he almost fell off of the bed. It was the
middle of summer and at least 85 degrees outside, but he was
freezing. Literally shivering in his now sweat soaked bed. Monty
hopped up beside him and mewed softly, Sean looking over and
scratching him behind his ears as his vision started to blur.

It
had been 2 years since he had lost everything. In less than 2 minutes
his world had ended that night. And there hadn't been a night since
that he had slept through. Nightmares plagued him. Some of them
flashbacks of the picture of her bleeding to death in their bed, some
of the carnage he had seen and taken place in after her death and
some strange ones like the one that had woken him up tonight. Tears
were his only companion now. He let it all loose in his quiet home.

He
had completely renovated the destroyed home that they had once
shared. It took him 8 months before he could even sleep one night in
it. If you want to call it sleep. He had changed just about
everything, her candles being the only things that made it look
remotely like the home they had shared before. He tried to walk away;
he even called a realtor one day. But he could never make the move.
He could never leave.

He
clutched the extra pillow on the bed and cried himself to sleep once
again.

But
for a minute there Well I thought it was you

For
a minute there

My
prayers had come true

And
for a minute there

I
began again to live

What
I wouldn't give

For
just a minute there

Work
went on. He took the 6 months Frost had given him and tried to
straighten himself out. Even he couldn't deny that he had taken a
rather twisted path after her death. After Lucero was taken care of
and he got some rest he made himself stop. Stacey would be so
disappointed in him if she had seen. He cried for that as well. He
remembered the man he killed with his bare hands, and remembered the
innocent lives that were lost that day. He didn't regret it, but he
wished she wouldn't have seen it either.

He
hadn't been back at work 3 weeks when he almost broke down. He was
driving in his Ram on the way home, he was going to stop by the store
and get a couple six packs for the weekend. To help himself get
through the next 48 hours alone in their home.

He
was sitting at an unusually long light, and he bent to light the
cigarette he had just placed between his lips when he saw her.

Dark
hair, red ball cap, perfect walk.

The
lit cigarette dropped to the floorboard of his truck, burring a small
ring into the carpet as he slammed the shifter into park and threw
the door open with such force that it opened to its maximum degree
and swung back at him, hitting his shoulder as he ran towards the
figure retreating down the street.

"Stacey!
Baby…Stacey! Wait!"

People
were shouting and horns were being blared as the light turned green
and the black Dodge sat idling, door agar, blocking traffic.

He
stopped in the middle of the street as the woman disappeared around
the corner. He was on the verge of tears and was breathing hard with
a clenched jaw.

Five
o'clock on Friday

Sitting
at a light

When
this angel walked right by me

On
my right

And
the cars all stated honking

As
my feet hit the ground

And
though I chased and called

You
never turned around

Oh
the walk, the hair, the perfume

Were
the same

How
I wished she would have answered

To
your name

Obviously
it wasn't her. She was never coming back. He trudged his way
wordlessly back to his truck. Random citizens screaming obscenities
as he popped the shifter back into drive and made his way through the
light. He stopped at the store and picked up a couple bottles of
vodka and one of whiskey the cashier had recommended. He would need
something stronger than beer tonight.

Cause
for a minute there Well I thought it was you

For
a minute there

I
swear, my prayers had come true

For
a minute there

I
began again to live

What
I wouldn't give For just a minute there

He
sat on the cool sand outside of his deck. Monty sleeping peacefully
behind him on the planks. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and
drained about a third of the bottle he was holding. Tears were
streaming silently down his cheeks, reflecting the soft light of the
half moon. The soft roar of the waves beating on the shore drowning
out was little sound he was making. He tilted his heads towards the
sky and stared at the stars that were blurred through his tears.
Directly in front of his gaze hovering over his solemn home, one
seemed to stand out.

Tonight
the stars in heaven

Are
bright as they can be

And
I swear one of them

Is
winking down at me

He
couldn't help but smile through his tears. He looked down at the
bottle in his hand and poured it into the sand. Looking back up to
smile at his love.

"Hey
baby." He whispered. "I still miss you. I can't wait to see you
again one day. I love you."

For
a minute there Well I thought it was you

For
a minute there

I
swear, my prayers had come true

For
a minute there

I
began again to live

What
I wouldn't give For just a minute there

Oh,
what I wouldn't give

How
I'd love to live

For
just a minute there

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